Chapter 17: Infiltrating Alexa Corp

Putty sliced through the skies of Gozopolis like a living missile, using the powerful jet of pasty diarrhea shooting from her asshole as a thruster, propelling her naked body at high speed.

The wind whipped hard against her red hair, and the brown trail left a stinking path of shit that fell onto the heads of pedestrians on the city streets.

She laughed to herself, still feeling the lingering pleasure from the tests in Bertha’s Laboratory pulsing in her pussy and asshole.

But then the idea came: — Those weapons ... the blue ray gun that causes crazy orgasms, the red ray that causes uncontrollable diarrhea, and the green ray that forces explosive vomiting ... that’s way too dangerous! If that bald bitch decides to use them against the girls on the farm ... No! I can’t let that happen!

Putty spun in the air with a sharp turn, adjusting her trajectory with the jet of shit, and headed straight back to the Alexa Corp building.

She landed silently near a small service door at the back, where the smell of organic waste mixed with the residual stench of her own fecal propulsion.

A uniformed employee, around 30 years old, with her hair in a bun, wearing a simple gray skirt, was pushing a garbage cart outside. Putty approached from behind like a shadow.

Before the woman could react, Putty grabbed her by the waist, one hand sliding up to squeeze her plump breasts over her blouse, and the other going straight down into her panties. Agile fingers found her already-wet pussy and began massaging her clit in fast circles.

— Shhh ... relax, my dear — Putty whispered in her ear, slowly licking her neck, tracing her hot tongue over the goosebumped skin.

The woman moaned softly, her legs trembling. Putty sped up her movements, shoving two fingers deep into the hot, tight pussy while her other hand pinched the nipple under the bra. The employee arched her back, cumming in seconds, letting the hot liquid run down Putty’s fingers. She passed out with a silly smile on her face, going limp in the alien’s arms.

Putty gently laid her down behind some trash boxes and entered the building, her bare feet silent on the cold corridors.

She went up the service stairs, avoiding cameras and patrols. The Soldiers walked in pairs, talking quietly about lunch. Putty hid in the shadows, behind doors, but in a narrow hallway she got cornered: two coming from the front, one from behind.